Com)Dearest MuffAre you OK? You said you would write a couple of days ago. I hope you are not ill. I have sent you a couple of emails since. I hope I ...ave not disappointed you in some way. Please tell me that I have not done that because it would crush me if I have. I'm so worried honey. Please let me know something even just a short note because I'm a nervous wreck my darling.Luv you lots & lots. Please write to me soon!BrendaMy 11th email to Brenda in response to her 11-2 email to meFrom:. I moved my hand onto the front of his trousers and he was rock hard, rubbing him he was breathing as heavy as I was. Then he moved his hands round and lifted up my skirt, as I slightly parted my legs his fingers touched my pussy, God it was heaven. As he rubbed me through my knickers he said “You’re so wet” and I replied “I need fucking”. He stood back a little and unclipped his pants, pulling down his underpants his 5” was stood fully erect. Pushing up my skirt he dragged my knickers down, as. I brought my hands round to the back of her dress, gently unclipping it and as I took the straps off her shoulders I cupped her tits in my hands, pulling her dress down I unclipped her bra and out popped 42DD tits, coming round the front of her I pulled her dress all the way off, sliding down her bra, kneeling in front of her I started to lick her nipples.As she was moaning I continued to suck each nipple in turn and running my hand across her knees, she automatically opened her legs as I moved. Hushed, for the weight of the sky.It had been like that for days, or at least it certainly felt like days. We only had the hourly toll of the Palatine Bell to mark time by between the times of the lightening of the grey at dawn and the darkening of it at eventide. If it weren’t for that bell, I tell you now we would have lost all sense of time. We would have spent an eternity in the damnable twilight, driven to madness before long. It was hard to call to mind the memory of true warmth, of.